This is the story of a little girl who was too young to speak for herself. I will share with you a few excerpts from that story, then fast forward to her present life as an adult. Get the tissue box and hold on to your seat, it is painful. Here is her story in her own words.
“Dad, I am too small to understand what life is all about. Yes, I do know when there is pain, even when it is emotional pain. When I was three years old, when you thought I would not know what was happening, you took a pen and destroyed my hymen. You laughed. I cried. It was painful. You also did this while my older brother was watching. The following week, you took your finger and pushed it between by legs. That was very, very painful. One year later, then only four, you tried to have sex with me but I believe mommy came into the room and interrupted you. Many times after that, when no one was around, you forced me to have sex with you. I would plead for you to stop. I would try to scream but you would hold my mouth.
“Dad, although I am only seven now, just talking about this causes pain. You are someone I should trust. You are the one who is causing me the most pain. Dad, why are you hurting me when you should love me? I will never forget this pain you are causing me. I remember when I got a serious infection and you lied to the doctor. I had a high fever and lots of pain. You made me feel that I got sick because I was disobedient. Dad, please stop causing me pain. My voice is too weak to scream for help. God made dads to love and not to hurt. You are actually destroying me, dad. How can I trust you again? Who will believe me? Who will listen to my pain? I need a dad to love me. I need a dad to trust. I am too young to speak with eloquent words of persuasion. I am too young to express my true pain. I need someone to speak for me. I need someone to protect me. Dad, won’t you stop destroying me!”
Many years have passed and this little girl is now a young adult. It has been virtually impossible for her to stop thinking about the pain her father caused her. Read her own words in a letter to her father as a 28-year-old woman.
“Dad, because of you, I have never been able to trust men, even the ones who are very kind and Christ-like with me. Although I’ve tried, I have never been able to trust anyone. I have never been able to stay longer than six months on a job. I did complete high school but could not go to college because the pain was too great. I stay at home with mom but she still has no idea the pain you cause me.
“I have never been able to share my pain with anyone until last year when I gathered the strength to see a psychologist. Until I started therapy, I was in a mess. I had trouble sleeping, overate, putting on tremendous weight, and have lots of nightmares. Food is still the only thing I can trust. It does not fight back at me. I should tell you that the real reason I saw the psychologist is because at age 25, I was raped by two men at two different times. That was terribly painful. Someone who tried to become my friend recognized my frustration and persuaded me to see the psychologist. I don’t even know how she did it, but I did begin therapy and am I happy for it. Do you know that between the time of being raped and seeing the psychologist, I went wild sexually and deliberately went out late at night to find men to have sex with out of revenge? These stupid men were so hungry for sex, they were not even aware that they were being victims of my revenge. I would dress seductively by revealing a lot of my breasts and having on extremely short dresses and wearing no underwear. I was out of control. I was out to hurt but no one knew it.
“Although the desire to hurt all males still resides within me, dad, my psychologist helped me realize that I am of great value. You even destroyed my belief in God, but miraculously, I have found Him again and it is He who provides the power within me not to hate you or to hurt other men.
“Each day, I will live with the fact that although I am healing, I may never marry or have children. In a desire to find inner peace and meaningful relationship and love, I even tried lesbian relationships but have been badly hurt emotionally over and over again.
“You really wounded me, dad. But I will – yes, I will, someday, rise above my pain and become somebody important. I am still young. My first goal is to open my heart to mom about this. You also wounded her terribly. You left her years ago in shambles. She has been sick with sexually transmitted infections for many years. It is her secret, too. It is amazing I never got infected. One day, I hope to find the strength to forgive you, so I can have full healing. One day, I am not sure when, I will tell you before your face, I love you dad.”
Dear reader, if you have experienced such pain or know someone who has, I encourage you to seek professional help. You are not alone. There are people who can help you go through the pain.